The Devil's Voice

By Francesca

Life always has its ups and downs, nobody can stop them from happening. This is a story about an old man, George.

George was sixty eight, he had big half moon spectacles and soft white hair. His eyes sparkled when smiling which made his face light up, this was only when he was happy of course, when he was in a terrible mood his face would turn raspberry red and look like it would explode! He had a little Scottie dog called Dart, his wife Petal had named him that because she said the name had a sense of adventure.

It had been nearly ten years ago since they had both realised Petal had a lump in her side, she had cancer! But by the time they noticed the lump, they were too late ...

Petal was a lovely lady and never let anyone down. Whenever you saw her she would be smiling and laughing, and that’s why George missed her so much.

Ever since Petal died, George had had a little noise in his head, ‘The Devil’s!’ For a long time the Devil’s voice had haunted him, telling him what to do. Sometimes the devil was a sweet angel singing in his head, (when I said haunted, I didn’t mean the Devil’s voice haunted him all the time.) Sometimes his heart would skip and sing, sometimes when he was in a bad mood his heart would say ‘Please be quiet Devil.’ All in all, the Devil wasn’t that bad!

Long ago his wife had had a beautiful baby called May, she was now an adult. She rarely came to visit. When Petal had died May had felt upset and cross, and what was worse in her head, was that George was sad too. He wasn’t really paying much attention to May and a few years later she left. But that night George picked up the small black telephone, dialled the number and asked her if she would come round.

The next morning when he woke up he heard sweet singing, Devil was happy! The Devil sang ‘Come on George, wakey wakey a beautiful girl comes today.’ But then the voice changed, ‘George, our daughter is coming today!’ He suddenly remembered, Petal his gorgeous wife, it was her voice! George immediately clambered out of bed, dressed, hobbled downstairs, went into the kitchen, made breakfast and then followed Petal’s favourite recipe. It was Victoria sponge. George had just put the cake in the oven, when suddenly the door bell rang. George opened the door and there stood May! Her mousey brown hair waved in the breeze, but she was not alone! In her arms was a baby girl.

‘Hello’ said George shakily.

‘Hello’ she replied. ‘This is Sally, um and she loves cuddles!’

‘Right, come in’

Finally when they were settled, May asked ‘Would you like to hold her?’

‘You would!’ urged the Devil.

‘Ok’ George answered.

Now he had Sally in his arms everything changed, and then the noise stopped...